Your Life of Truth & Lies

I can piece together parts of a life and figure out anything. There are no secrets. All is revealed.

Years of observation and thinking and knowing what is a lie and what is a truth and what is a half truth has made me see things for what they are.

Most people are horrible liars. Their stories change over the years. Photos and documents don’t add up. Confusion layered with bull crap. I can figure it out. What really happens in the real world. Truth is stranger than fiction, but even strange truth has some real truth to it.

The statement “He died at sea,” in reality means “he had another family in another country and went back to them. That is why he is gone. That is why they know nothing of me or our child. That is why I say I am a widow rather than an unwed mother.”

Or the reason someone moves across the country to take a great job, but leaves a more prestigious job. He never wanted to be there. He never wanted to be with her. It was a mistake. Then there was a divorce. No children. He’d made a mistake and now he was going to lead his own life the way he wanted to – finally. There were a few other clues in there but in reality I never spoke with the person in question. I just knew. I was right. I’ve speculated on everything here and I’m right.

The young man joined the army because he was immature and needed to become a man. That is what his parents said. They said it would prepare him for college. He jointed the army because he knocked a girl up and his parents didn’t want him burdened with a family so they sent him away. If their son went away the girl would go away. So the young man learned to run away from his problems. The girl learned not to trust anyone.

She didn’t know why he was so mad. He was an idiot.  But she never got over him. He hated her or so he said. In reality he always loved her. The man she said was just a friend was really a lover who later jilted her.  He loved is second wife but when he couldn’t sleep at night, almost every night, he thought of his first wife – he did this for over 60 years. He died two days after she did.

He never left her because he wanted to prove his family and friends were wrong. She never left him because she wanted to punish him for ruining her life and because he was the only thing in her life she had absolute control over.

Uncle Jack did not die of natural causes. Neither did he die alone.

He still thinks of her all the time but it is too late. Years too late. She married someone else. He lost his chance. She thinks of him but he had his chance. She thinks he never knew that she loved him once. She was wrong about that but is doesn’t matter. Now she loves someone who deserves her – she loves him with a passion.

He never married because he was afraid of being controlled.

She never married because she had fantasies of being controlled.

You dated a man who claimed he killed people for a living and then you went to church on Sunday and everyone thought you were a saint. They never knew your daughter hated you. You never knew what she did at night after she moved away.

He always had a feeling she wasn’t dead but he never told anyone about it. He should have asked to see her body.

She said she was kidnapped as a child. In reality she was abandoned by her mother who was chasing after a cheating husband who had no use for children.

He always thought the wonderful man he grew up with and loved was his father. In reality his biological father was the man in photographs hidden between the pages of a well-worn copy of Ulysses.

They said it was a miracle that she survived the accident. Over and over the story of her car going off of the cliff was told. A slick road, an out of control truck, her small red Mustang, and the long drop into the Pacific Ocean. She told everyone it was by the grace of God and prayer. In reality it was because she cheated at cards. He was so impressed with her skills in deception that he gave her another 50 years.

When life give you lemons plant the seeds and tell everyone you have a rare fruit of kings.  But sooner or later someone might find out they’re really lemons. But don’t worry about it, we’ll make pie.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Wrong Number

This isn’t a tall tale or something from the mysterious paranormal or gothic side of life.

It is just a story of something sort of sad.

It isn’t even my story. It is the story of someone who is alone. We think this person is alone. We don’t know for sure. It is a mystery.

It is a story of missed connections.

I didn’t make this up.

Smart phones don’t always reflect the situation of the people who are calling them. When we get a new phone number more likely than not somebody else had that number before we did. Or our number is close to another more popular number. When I first go my cell phone number about 12 years ago I kept getting calls from people speaking Spanish and Chinese. I got calls for a bakery. I got calls for a tire store.

My daughter has been getting calls from a local mental hospital. They are looking for a man named Thomas. He needs to pick up a patient who is only called by a number. No name. Just a number. This has been going on for two weeks.

If we were in a movie or a novel Clara, Garrett her 17-year-old brother and their friend Randy would go to the mental hospital and get the mysterious patient only known by a number. Then they’d have a strange and wild adventure and it would all wrap up after a lot of violence and car chases. But this isn’t a movie or a book.

Unfortunately the mystery isn’t unfolding. It is just a sad situation. Somebody is at a mental hospital for teens and adults. Someone is alone. So alone. They need a ride and the only number the hospital has is the wrong number which belongs to the phone of a 14-year-old girl. Nobody seems interested in finding the correct number or perhaps a different contact. Isn’t anyone talking to the patient only known by a number? Clara has spoken to people at the hospital explaining the situation but she keeps getting calls for asking for the mysterious Thomas.

This mysterious phone number (with the prefix of 666) also receives calls for a young woman I’ll call M. These are also sad and weird. M missed a court date. The parole officer is pissed off to no end. M deals drugs.  M owes everyone money. M is a go between for drug deals. M has an ex-boyfriend who is looking for her. M is a train wreck. M gets a lot of phone calls. I’ve heard these phone messages too. It is not a life I’d want to be part of or want my children to be part of. I don’t even want M to be part of it. It is an unfortunate life full of bad choices that nobody should be part of.

It is strange and sad that by accident we have seen into sad lives of people we will never meet. We don’t know anyone like M. We don’t know who Thomas is. We don’t know who the person is who needs to be picked up. We never will know. Clara has told the callers that they have called the wrong number. That is all she can do.

I was going to write about Vampires and darker subjects today, but these calls are pretty dark.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

The Mysterious Death of a Turkey, Vampires and Thoughts on the Randomness of Life.

Many people swear that all things happen for a reason. They believe there is a driving force behind everything good or bad. They send inspirational messages. They start hate groups. Sure the hate group thing is harsh but look at those truly evil fiends from the Westboro Baptist Church. Anyway, most people just send lovely little inspirational messages and try to make lemonade out of lemons, dirt clods, illness, rocks, roadkill. Hey you can make lemonade out of anything if you squeeze it hard enough and add toxic amounts of sugar.

That said, I do believe in love at first sight, the goodness in the world and that some people are destined for greatness (but most aren’t and greatness happens just randomly, which in my eyes makes it even greater.)

So, back to real life…

I believe that most things are random. My life, even the organized portions, are full of random events.

Sure, somethings may happen for a reason, but most don’t. Most things are just random. We can then we can take whatever we want or whatever we need from the experience.

Part 1: The Turkey

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Tuesday night I arrived home to discover a dead turkey in my front yard. Let me go back a minute or two. When I pulled into the driveway with the kids in the car we noticed a skinny female turkey picking at the grass. How cute – a giant bird is in our yard.

Then we noticed two turkeys. It was one of those WTF moments when we saw that the second turkey was a very large male and it was very dead. There were no signs of injury or trauma. It was just dead on it’s back, in my front yard.

We have no idea how it died. We’ve seen turkeys fall out of trees so I figure it must have hit it’s head on the fence or a tree branch and died.

The kids proceeded to take photos with their smart phones and post it all over their 20 thousand social media outlets.

Turkeys aren’t native to our area. I believe the Fish and Game department introduced them to California in the early 1960’s. Our turkeys have ancestors in either North or South Carolina from what I remember reading a while back (correct me if I’m wrong on that.) Turkeys were going to be the next big sport bird. They’re sport for some but for most of us they are just huge prehistoric looking backyard birds. The big birds have thrived and now are all over the place including crossing main streets holding up morning traffic, hanging out around office complexes, in parks and in my yard. One day last spring I counted 28 of them in a parade walking up the narrow lane I live on.

This (Northern California) is not their native habitat. It is like their native habitat, but turkeys, like a lot of wild animals don’t always mesh with suburbia, and that includes my front yard. We love our turkeys but the still seems sort of alien and out of place.

Actually I take that back. They DO get along despite our expectations. They thrive. THRIVE around humans. Nobody eats them. Nobody dares harm them. Coyotes and bobcats can only eat so many of them. My calico cat stalks them but she can’t catch one. Dogs ignore them. So they thrive. So much in fact that every child and grown man and woman around here can do a turkey call. If you gobble the turkeys will gobble back at you. Now THAT is fun stuff.

Teddy (the husband) arrived home and helped me get the turkey in the garbage can. I declined the offer to keep some of the beautiful feathers. As soon as we dumped it in the can the entire tail opened up like a giant fan. Yikes. It was big – at least 25 pounds if not more. It had to go in the garbage can because of coyotes and raccoons and other critters that might have come by for a fresh feast. Not on my daffodils.

Now it is time to ponder the meaning of this all…

Humans have transported animals, plants and other humans all over the world for centuries – leaving their living cargo in places foreign and hostile. But soon the newcomers thrive and nobody (except maybe Vampires) can remember a time when they were newcomers. They’re now as native as natives. That is why most wars and a lot of political nonsense makes no sense to children. Children see everything in their world as belonging – that is as if it works. And until last night the turkey thing seemed to be working just fine.

There is no reason to believe I’ll find another dead turkey in my yard anytime soon. I hope not. I’m not holding out for any expired politicians or dictators (but that is an interesting if not both repulsive and exciting thought.)

It is out in my side yard in the garbage can. I know it is there, feet sticking up with claws waiting in death to grip me and drag me inside the can. It is sad and weird. I know, that sounds weird coming from me – that I think a dead turkey is weird. But it is. It really is.

The dead turkey in my front yard was just another random event in my life.

Part 2: Vampires

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Unlike Turkeys, Vampires are nocturnal creatures. OK we’re nocturnal for the most part. Anyway…

After ridding my yard of a dead turkey I got a call asking for my help. It wasn’t the school asking for bake sale items. It was for work. Part of my job is to help new Vampires and old shadow creeping Vampires adjust to their new status in life. Yes, I train Vampires and hold their hands when needed.

I was glad to go as my husband was on one of his self-righteous cleaning kicks. You know the kind where they bang stuff around in the kitchen so you’ll hear them because YOU, the woman, didn’t do your job and clean things like you said you were going to. It isn’t like I don’t already do enough… so….

I called Cody, my young Vampire friend, a thirty-something guy who’d adjusted well after his surprise conversion two years ago. See the previous post for his Quiche recipe. He is quite the enlightened young Vampire.

He mentions that he hopes someone is recording Justified. Of course, and Ink Masters. Hey, we have to get in our culture. One cannot live on Opera and Magical Realism alone can they?

Our project this evening was Willow, a young woman who had recently found herself charmed by an unscrupulous man who just happened to be a Vampire and had turned her into one as well. Then he left her alone without the tools or the friends she needed to become successful in her new existence.

When we arrived at her house she was in a panic. The dark Celtic designs that had once been tattooed on her arm had vanished. Cody could relate to that. He had once had a large elaborate tiger on his arm (for reasons I can’t fathom.) Tattoos don’t stay on Vampires. Our bodies reject the ink turning it to dust.

Next she showed me a letter of acceptance for graduate school. Of course she could go. Why not? There were no rules in the student handbook forbidding Vampires to any public university that I knew of.

“Nobody knows you’re different Willow,” I explained to her. “You’re normal. More than normal. This is still your world, your place, no matter what happened to you. It is all just the start of your new life as well as a continuation of everything you’ve already experienced.”

Half of that was bull shit but I’m good at inspirational talk. It’s what I do.

A celebration was in order, as well as a quick bite, so we walked about 3/4 of a mile to a local Irish brew pub. It is always busy – full of locals of all ages, but most popular with the young high tech professionals and state workers. It also just happens to be a popular hang out for hip young Vampires. It was one of those places that Willow would have never found on her own.

Alex and Rob were there. They’ve been friends for years – since WW1. Alex had been around for a while (his father signed the Declaration of Independence). Rob had just become a Vampire. He was alone in Europe. Part of the US Army but now considered missing in action. And now, they were here, like all the other young men, talking about work and flirting with the women.

I introduced them to Willow. Later I told them in private to do me a favor and watch out for her, introduce her to friends and help me guide her along.

Then Angela, a lovely thing with copper colored hair who’d been a Vampire since 1985 showed up. She lived in the neighborhood and had a lot to talk about with Willow.

Cody and I watched as the evening unfolded and Willow made new friends. It was a good thing.

Feeling different and alone with no future or hope is a horrible thing. That is why we need to always be aware of others who need help. We also need to be aware of ourselves so we don’t become isolated. It isn’t always easy for some of us. Friendship and fellowship with like minds and like kinds can be random, but it also takes some work. It is one of those random things that we all need to seek out and nurture.

I left Cody with our friends and arrived home just in time to get the kids in bed and watch Justified with my husband. Even Vampires need to just chill sometimes.

Part 3: This Morning

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This morning, just as the sun came up over the oak trees the garbage truck came and took away the turkey.

While getting ready for school my kids and I talked about what is going on in the Flight 370, the building in New York that exploded and the tragedy at SXSW.  It was all so random and tragic. None of those events were near us but we could connect to them in our own experiences (that six degrees sort of thing.) We talked of what is going on in the Ukrane, which isn’t so random in many ways, but in a way it is – and tragic as well.

But good things will happen too. A lot of good things. For absolutely no reason, which sort of makes it even better.

Life is random. We can work for things and make things happen, but we can’t predict everything. But sooner or later it all connects and you end up where you are, right now. And right now, in my life, that is exactly where I’m supposed to be.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman